This page describes at a high level the feeling of playing on Dawn (the plane) in Reizana (the continent).
The world is a terrifying place. There are horrors around every corner, and wild Fey under every stone. Dragons litter the countryside with corpses, while the wild energy of the concentric planes spills over into the cities and transforms loose Fey energy into unspeakable aberrations. There are grand and pervasive schemes throughout the world... and few of them have regard for the commoner.
Except for the ancestors. They watch over Dawn, beating back the unrelenting tide of eternal powers among the concentric planes. They watch over us, and by this an impossible task - survival - becomes an obligation. They watch over the world, never fully a part of it again. The Conclave of the Ancestors studies the guidance each passes on before ascension, accepting their very great responsibility in turn for a very great power. These elders teach the world of the glory of their sacrifice and power.
The world quakes with the terrible powers of death and the wild, entwined in a wicked embrace. The fey energy currents running through Dawn manifest the will of the Fey themselves, working insidious and incomprehensibly complex plots throughout Reizana. Their influence affects the population, as well as holds the future in their grasp. Perhaps Dawn will crumble; perhaps a Feywild will erupt from the ashes, serving as a new planar home.
But the ancestors watch over us.
Dawn is a world of subtlety and trickery embracing raw, brutal power. It exemplifies the force of nature, as seen through the lens of mythological faeries: Vast; incomprehensible; impossible to subjugate... and terrifying. Thus, the chaos and shortsightedness of the wild is tempered by a far-reaching scheming; the brutal power of nature is guided by the deception of the fey.
This manifests both in the wilderness of the Fatewhittle, as well as within the bustling Citadel. Deceptions abound, perpetrated by minds influenced by the fey energies. Ruthlessness is simply a tactic. The lesser ranks exist to be sacrificed in the name of the ancestors. Evidence of this leads to the many systems among the various factions to mitigate the effects of scheming... and, for some, to root out fey-corrupted elements.
So captains of the Whetstone Empire do whatever they can to edge out their peers, and the Sanctum Imperium's many corps spend as much time competing as cooperating. The vast citizenry suffer, and many cry out to the silent gods. Yet Dawn rises to the occasion: Whatever plots have yet to reach the light of day also have yet to douse it. There is honour to be found - granted by authorities, and heaped upon heroes by the commoners.
But it is the ancestors who watch over them.